WHEN LANGLEY FETE WAS A MILLION STRONG

I should not be allowed out.

Langley Fete was,as Stingray(RIP) would say- spiggin awesome.

As soon as someone sends me some of the pictures I will put them up. We rocked.

I found the facepaint stall and the woman went "Oh no. I saw you walk in before and thought to myself, God not her again". I asked if she would do it and she said she had only done 4 faces so she was going to pack up and go. Charming as ever and with a little monitary persuasion she soon got her sponge out and hey presto Me, Yarnold, Kay, Johnson and even Miss Heyes got Gene Simmond up. I drank too much Pale Rider then we went back to Porters. Then I think Jar Bar where I began to tell everyone how I always fancied them (which is my new thing to do when drunk). Weatherspoons and then I think the Rock where once again I wasd the only one dancing. Ended up at little Miss Johnsons house on the settee where I woke this morning under a pizza. Did not know where the hell I was.

Watched Big Brother for the first time. What the hell is that Charlie girl? Some one needs to put a hit out on her ass. I'd do time for that if someone will get me the gun. No problem.

Im proper shakey today. The beagle is getting his end away later, in a stable. I thought that would be quite nice. Very biblical.

Anyway, if love is a radio, turn up to the ten.